The world is slightly messed up  let’s be honest, maybe more than slightly. Each generation seems to think they’ve cracked the code, that they’re superior in wisdom, cooler in taste, sharper in thought. And yet, when you look closely, it’s the same story on repeat: everyone pointing fingers, declaring who’s “in” and who’s “uncool,” while quietly terrified they might be the ones on the outside. Social media has turned this insecurity into a circus. The platforms profit by pushing us against one another, shoving people into boxes  far left, far right, good, bad, ally, enemy. Suddenly, we’re not neighbours or colleagues or friends anymore; we’re hashtags and labels, marching into battle over arguments we didn’t even know we’d signed up for. And people fall for it. They actually fall for it. Sucked straight into this vortex of manipulation, all while thinking they’re making their own choices. It’s crazy. Truly. It feels like we can’t just be ourselves anymore without the constant noise of opinions, headlines, and comment sections trying to steer us. It’s a strange paradox in an age where individuality is supposedly celebrated, we’re more homogenized, influenced, and self-conscious than ever. But here’s the thing, I’ve always liked being the black sheep. The one who doesn’t quite fit the mould, who doesn’t jump every time the crowd yells “jump.” It’s a calmer place to stand, a saner one too. Because when you’re not desperate to belong, you can see the game for what it is a messy performance where no one is as sure, as righteous, or as cool as they pretend to be. So yes, the world is slightly f****. But maybe the best way through is not to buy into the illusion at all. Stay the black sheep. Wander your own way. And enjoy the peace that comes with not needing to play along.